Sarge:
J.T., don't be giving that punk any special treatment. This here's a business. Now you run it like a business, or you'll be out of business faster than you can spell 'health department'.

J.T.:
Feeding people's my business, Sarge. And keeping the punks in line is your business. So why don't we mind our own business, what'd'ya say?

Nixer:
You tell 'im, J.T.

J.T.:
You shut up.

Nixer:
All right.